Magnus Hammersmith Novels & Stories

That was why he was the Overseer. A Sigma who had a pack of the Rejected doing his every wish was a threat to Kieran, Dominic Asher’s position in Silver Crest. And what is worse is that the whole world was watching with bated breath. “Very well, Sage, I hope to see you again,” Magnus said kindly as he walked me to the elevator. I heaved a sigh of relief as my shoulders slumped. It was a long and uncomfortable discussion. But it was absolutely necessary. I knew more now than I ever did, even if it made no fucking sense.

I growled at her, serious. She nodded, and I left her on the bed, this time closing the door to our room. Going down to the kitchen, I unbuttoned my cuffs and rolled up my sleeves. Taking out some ingredients from the refrigerator, I started on dinner for the night. 'Scott, please remind everyone that the north forest, specifically the Magis property, is off limits to everyone.' He chuckled before replying. 'Yes, Alpha.' 'Also, can we make sure that Ricky does his homework on this human. I don’t want to be blindsided when they move in, and it turns out to be the people who just tear down the surrounding forest for their giant mansion.'

Magnus roared and lunged for my shoulders, "You fucking bitch! I tried playing nice, but you keep forcing my hand. Dad made it clear that if you're not back by today, you're dead to all of us." Before I could strike back, a mechanized voice rang inside my head. [Quick Quest Unlocked: Let Magnus Blanc get a taste of free fall. Reward: 51% of Lumos Entreprise's stocks.] Lumos was the largest business empire in the city. Gabriel's company barely qualified as a warm-up act beside that juggernaut. I grabbed Magnus by the arm and flipped him over my shoulder. It took almost no effort. Magnus was the type who lived behind a computer screen, a basement-dwelling nerd with the physique of a couch pota

He stopped gazing at Aiden who flashed a devious grin. “See. I just got us an invitation.” Aiden patted Hadrian's back before stepping into the stranger's humble abode. Closing the door, he led them into the living room motioning them to make themselves comfortable. Hadrian watched as the candles burned in bright yellow flames. It reminded him of spell practicing and learning how to gain control of his powers. “Have a seat. I'm Magnus Roberto. Demetrius was among my great great grandfathers.” “It's nice to meet you in person.” Hadrian said as they shook hands.

“And you’re sure they’re not some hunters trying to trap me?” “Not at all,” she shakes her head. He leans back in his seat, lips curling into a smirk. Magnus had come into the human world ages ago with the aim of using humans to destroy the werewolf kingdom. For years, he had been building his cult, luring vulnerable humans into his evil plans. He was shocked when he learned that a new cult had been created by a psychotic human obsessed with hunting werewolves. At first, he thought it was a sham, but after weeks of investigation, it was confirmed they were real.

Rasmus lightly shook his head in negative. "You think you'll get a..away after killing me?" Richard spoke with difficulty as he wheezed for air. Rasmus paid no heed to him. His sole attention was on Catherine. "You're giving him an easy death. I have prepared something special for him." Rasmus said as his eyes darted towards the other door which opened and a huge guy emerged out of it. He was a black guy. Tall and all muscular. He looked scary with a scar running from his eyebrow to his jaw.

I do not deserve anything real. When I am ready, I go out the room and I ignore her as she holds me by my arm. I get out of the house and go straight to my office. I call Egil and I sit on my desk. I am Alpha Magnus Ulfisson, the Killer of Rogues. I shouldn’t have forgotten that. *** “Magnus!” Antiope demands for the millionth time. “She is outside,” Egil hisses. “I can hear her.” “Don’t do this!”

My gaze lingers. Back in Caelondor, Magnus had a garden of his own—something I never got to see for myself, but learned about from Alistair. He mentioned that the crops grew under artificial light, something Magnus had worked on himself. I wonder—if he hadn’t been born into a title, if fate hadn’t named him prince, future ruler, war-worn heir—would he have spent his days inventing things that could change the world? Prince Rasmus and Magnus disagree on damn nearly everything, save for what the Great Conclave declares holy.

The seven Alphas set out and arrived at Alpha Damien's pack. " Come in." He looked up from his desk, surprised to see the council. He had no prior knowledge that they were visiting. By their countenance he knew that something was wrong somewhere. " Welcome." He greeted, mindlinking his Beta immediately to take Anita to another shed. " Tell him to stay put." Magnus bellowed. One of the things that made Magnus highly respected was that he rarely raised his voice, and he stood for justice. Unwavering, unyielding, unbending. People prayed never to find themselves in a fix with Magnus. He could sniff out a rat, if he wished.

It was signed with a signature I recognized immediately. “M” Magnus.